The Rise of Day

Chapter 10

The years have passed .In the bustling city of Los Angeles, Day had established himself as a force to be reckoned with in the fashion industry. His name was synonymous with elegance and style, and his company had become a powerhouse, setting trends and pushing boundaries. Yet, behind the glitz and glamour, Day carried the weight of a past betrayal that had transformed him into a formidable and enigmatic figure.

One morning, as the sun cast its golden rays across Day's lavish office, a client meeting was scheduled. Day sat at his sleek, mahogany desk, his piercing gaze fixed on the city skyline outside. He exuded an air of authority, his presence demanding respect.

The door opened, and a young woman entered, nervously clutching her portfolio. She was eager to present her designs to the esteemed CEO, but she couldn't help feeling a tremor of anxiety as she approached the imposing figure before her.

"Good morning, Mr. Day," she greeted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Emily, and I have some designs I'd like to share with you."

Day raised an eyebrow, his tone curt and direct. "Show me what you've got."

As Emily laid out her sketches on the table, Day's critical eye scanned each line and curve. His face remained impassive, betraying nothing of his thoughts. He demanded perfection, and anything less would not be tolerated.

Emily's voice quivered as she explained her creative vision, hoping to impress the formidable CEO. But Day's silence was unnerving, leaving her unsure of how he perceived her work.

Finally, Day leaned back in his chair, his voice cold and detached. "Your designs lack originality. They do not meet the standards of this company. You have failed to capture the essence of true artistry."

Emily's heart sank, her dreams of recognition shattered in an instant. She struggled to find her voice, attempting to defend her work. "But... but I worked so hard on these. I thought they showcased my talent and creativity."

Day's piercing gaze bore into her, his tone cutting. "Hard work is not enough. The fashion industry demands innovation, a unique perspective. You have fallen short."

As Emily left the office, her spirits crushed, Day remained in his seat, a mix of emotions coursing through him. He couldn't help but reflect on his own journey, on the pain that had shaped him into the formidable figure he had become.

Years had passed since that fateful night of betrayal, and Day had vowed never to let anyone get close to him again. He had immersed himself in his work, pouring his heart and soul into building his empire. The cheerful and loving high school boy had faded into the distant past, replaced by a hardened and guarded man.

But deep within the depths of his soul, a flicker of longing remained. The memory of the love he had once shared with Bright lingered, reminding him of the vulnerability he had sworn never to expose again.

In the solitude of his office, Day's mind wandered back to the past, to the innocence and trust that had been shattered. He still carried the scars, a constant reminder of the pain that had consumed him. The wounds had not fully healed, and the thought of opening his heart again sent shivers down his spine.

As the CEO of his fashion company, Day commanded immense power and wealth, but it came at a price. His heart had become encased in ice, shielding him from further hurt and deception.